Everyone needs some love, Carver. And if this is a graveyard then I'll start tidying up the graves. This is where I'm living now, until I die, assuming we can die of old age.

[ This isn't his home, but it is now. He's still getting used to that idea, that he's going to be here forever now. Even if he gets shot he'll just come back again, and again, and again. Escaping Etraya is just... nothing. ]